Pfft!
Another cloud of white mist greeted him!
As this wave of white mist swept toward him, Li Changming lunged bodily forward, trading punches and kicks with Ximen Daqing and clashing head-on for several exchanges. Then he spat out a mouthful of blood with a pfft, turned, and ran again.
Unfortunately, he was a little too slow. With a crack, Ximen Daqing broke one of his arms.
Ximen Daqing gave furious chase again, only to feel a sudden surge of drowsiness. As he ran, he could not help yawning.
He could not help wondering. Even if he had slept poorly last night, he should not have been getting sleepy this early in the morning-especially not amid such a fierce battle, with his blood surging!
While he was puzzling over it, another cloud of white mist suddenly rushed toward him.
By now, Ximen Daqing was certain the white mist was not poisonous. Most likely, it was merely a smokescreen.
Without the slightest hesitation, he charged straight through the white mist and launched a flying kick, sending Li Changming, who was sprinting ahead, tumbling across the ground.
Then his head felt foggy... He grew sleepier and sleepier, his eyelids fighting each other.
His mind actually grew increasingly muddled, sinking into a daze...
So sleepy!
Up ahead, Li Changming had also become bleary-eyed and dazed at some point. Gradually, the two of them, one ahead and one behind, one fleeing and one chasing, ran another half circuit as though sleepwalking...
Then...
Without any coordination, they both collapsed onto the ground, limbs sprawled, and fell fast asleep.
Chapter 37: What Matters Is the Future
Li Changming's snores shook the heavens, while Ximen Daqing snored incessantly on the other side.
"Hrr... hrr..."
"Hrrr... pfft..."
Ximen Daqing appeared to have entered a deep sleep, snoring away